women holding a fan in a room

云想衣裳花想容，春风拂槛露华浓。 若非群玉山头见，会向瑶台月下逢。 Her clothes like plumage and her face a rose， Breeze pets the rails and the belle in repose. If not a fairy queen from Heav’n on high, She’s Goddess of Moon that makes flowers shy.